Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Trey straightens, his hands going to his belt. He stares down at me with a fire in his eyes that causes me to shiver. “I’m going to fuck you, Holland. Because you don’t seem to want the words, do you?”
I shake my head. “No talking.”
I rear up and reach for his belt. Trey pulls out his wallet, slides out a condom and rips it open.
We’re synchronized, having done this dance before. I pull his length free, stroking it until he disposes of the foil and then I help him roll it on. His hand goes to my chest and he pushes me back down on the desk and then spreads my legs wide.
With eyes darkened to midnight emeralds, he gazes at my submission before a small smile forms on his lips. A throb starts between my legs, anticipation mingling with fear of what this will do to me and the absolute need to see this through. I want him too much to even think about my own self-respect.
Trey positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the slightest hint of pressure. I moan, becoming impatient as I await his entry. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as he slowly and deliberately pushes into me. I cry out, my body arching off the desk as it welcomes him with a familiarity that shouldn’t still exist.
He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, another sharp gasp escaping my lips. His rhythm quickens, and our bodies slam together. I feel him reaching for the desk to steady himself as my body writhes beneath him.
The air is thick with our combined scent—a heady blend of sex and lust. Sweat drips down Trey’s forehead and I can see the pulse in his neck, erratic and rapid. His eyes lock onto mine as he pounds into my body. His thrusts become harder, faster, and more desperate, and I’m embarrassed to find myself chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”
It’s back again, that familiar building pressure, an unstoppable wave of pleasure, threatening to consume and burn me whole. I arch my back, meeting his every thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
“That’s it,” Trey growls, his hands tightening on my hips. “Take it, Holland. You don’t want to talk but you’ll damn well take every last inch.”
My hands go to his ass, just above the waistband of his jeans, and I dig my nails into him, urging him to give me more. Each thrust becomes more intense, more consuming, until I can no longer contain it. A cry escapes my lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure as I’m torn apart by my second orgasm.
Trey’s body tenses, his expression twisted with such lust and need, I can’t look away. He fights to hold back his own climax but it’s a losing proposition. He grits his teeth and thrusts hard into me one last time. With a hoarse cry, he finds his release and I hate that I’m filled with tenderness.
I push it away as he collapses on top of me, his heavy gasps for air mingling with my own as we both lie there, spent.
My mind races, trying to summon the right words to hurt him. I imagine pushing his body off me, telling him to go to hell, but instead my fingers play in the hair at the back of his neck.
Trey lifts his head, looks down at me with sated eyes. “That wasn’t a onetime-only thing so don’t even think about trying to tell me it was.”
Tell him, tell him, tell him.
“It’s just sex,” I say blandly.
“It’s fucking spectacular sex, but it’s going to happen again.”
“Nothing will come of this,” I say coolly. “And I’m leaving as soon as I get things in order.”
Trey considers that, one corner of his mouth turning up. “Fine… we’ll just have a hot tryst going on until you leave. Keep it secret because you know we’re good at doing that. And when you’re ready, you can leave and never look back. You’re good at that too. But maybe you won’t leave. Maybe I’ll get you to stay.”
Anger rises in me and I try to push him off.
He doesn’t budge, instead staring at me resolutely. “You and I have something, Holland. You can pretend we don’t, but I’m going to make you see it.”
“It’s just sex,” I repeat. “Nothing more.”
“It’s more,” he says confidently. “But if you want to keep it casual, I can do that.”
“And we’ll keep it secret,” I press. Because although that was his suggestion, irritating since it’s what destroyed us before, I have to admit that I don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing with him. I’m not prepared to open up the can of worms that will come from the knowledge.
“Like I said,” Trey whispers, placing a kiss on my mouth, “a tryst.”
CHAPTER 7